Liberated Poems - Poems about Liberated

Jivanmukta - liberated while alive

We’re seeded as one, polarised as two,
hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born,
feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue,
that thus in timeless time ego is shorn,
whence light of Self is the glow we adorn.
Having been, seen and so known who we are,
eternal light, shining like the North Star,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we’ll

Auschwitz liberated

A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation
Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.'
Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule
They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed  the
Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n

Memories of a Slave

(Girl playing, Tibet, 2009)

Memories of a Slave

The world, at least my world, is nothing if not predictable.
There are moments however when the Sun breaks through
and a real unexpected, enlightening, light shines.
Usually this is in dreams when I begin to float or fly,
but sometimes it’s just as simple as laughing 
at the absurd twist of something

What Fascinates Me

This music that is playing on this bus
Is robust, cheerful and energetic.
African beat if there ever was,
To give the journey a touch of magic.

It brings pep into my African foot,...
Like I could stand and start moving
And start people wondering what's afoot
That an adult man could do such a thing!

Yet a work colleague of mine
Did exactly

Slaughtered Memory

In wake of a new born day,
under the peace of a floating clouds,
the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose
from the cracks of her sleepless grave,
to fill the heart she once tore.



The sleeper in the tomb awoke
to quench the flames of her broken home
and to heal the heart bleeding tears,
pleading her poor tortured home
with a flood of

The Liberated Woman

Generally dreads the kitchen:
The incalculable losses it occasions one’s image.
Often with fried, oily chicken:
A company that doesn’t anything damage!
For all early morning jogs promptly ready!
Its healthy rejuvenation of a woman’s waist!
Has resolved not to be domiciled in a periphery,
Wherever seems to suggest a satellite
Eating rice with much stew against  Beriberi:
A tradition  of treading

Are Women Really Liberated

Really? Where?
I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago.
To state any concerns about especially politics, and so.
Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves.
And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves.
And dared not utter a political thought....
For from my our husbands, our security was bought.

We have freedom now to slaughter our unborn at

Liberated Sanity

I found friends tunneling
huddled cloistered from the light
grief embraced the darkness
swaddled by veiled night

in a cave sequestered
bitter air smothers life
breath stifled chokes
struggle surrenders a life

deep dark and constricted
in a dank sandstone room
fanciful fabrications
begot a grotto tomb

tapping me on the shoulder
shadows dance teasing my eyes
a voice spoke commanding
Lazarus arise

probing rays in the shaft
pierced the blackest hollow
lighting

The Song of a Forlorn Traveller

I have embarked on a journey
The wandering spirit is upon me
My heart and soul are fixed
My legs are hungry for a walk

All my pains are gone
My only pr-occupation is to keep on moving
Keep on moving to where the spirit directs
My eyes are closed but my mind is made up

You wandering spirit lead me on
Would this

Liberated

Pre-dawn morn
snow blankets the ground
under its cover
fast asleep...
Well, hello, Mr. Sun
and welcome!
Smile, sparkle and shine
on spotless white lawns...
Aha! The first tear in the fabric
a clump of grass pops up
each green blade like a baby robin
yearning for Mother Bird's return
Only these are happy babies
reaching for sunlight...
Now another clump of grass appears
and another...and another...
Too many to count...
Icicles

Liberated Righteous Leftist Freed From Hands of Time

Axed dent of circumstances
finds yours truly liberated,
whereby no obligatory constraints
obliges forcible adherence
synchronizing Circadian rhythm

forcibly linkedin within paradigm
minutely crafting, daisy chaining
involuntarily ceding cradle to grave
man made artificial construct
(dismissing one living away

off the gridlock)
co-opting every precious moment
comprising hour quotidian existence
to sustain swiftly styled
harry tailored lifestyle

affording bajillion *****sapiens
luxury to scold frantic scramble,
freedom to scurry frantically
twenty four seven

Liberated Soul

Ecstatic 
the soul became 
as
all body's honors and earthly 
riches 
were left behind!

Now, 
free at last,
liberated from flesh's bonds,   
for 
alms of mercy 
the 
heaven implores! * 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
    23 February 2019

* This week my last uncle- a good man - passed away.
It was left to me to pronounce

Liberated Heart

and i was the one who bore
the dread of saying goodbye-
the woman who eased my
own heart and shattered yours
with those five shocking words…
                  “i don’t love you anymore.”

i was bound to free you from 
me eventually-
you were bound

A Liberated Star In Prison

A liberated star in prison

I lie miserably in the 2nd layer of the three course wall
With chains on my hand and no chance to even crawl
My beautiful black color has been demeaned
And each day comes with the possibility of my importance diminishing

I was born because of liberation
But with no liberation
I have been imprisoned
Leaving my people

Liberated By the Living Christ

Satan is the enemy of our souls
seeking to bind us in his evil way
locked in his chains with no solution
blinding us to God's truth every day

But one day Jesus Christ comes along
as God into our lives always to stay
truly liberated by the living Christ
what blessing upon my body of clay

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